I have looked for you
into the pregnant river water
on the right side of my bed
in the crevices of my long stretched days
in basil leaf and jasmine flower.
I have looked for you
among the happy giggles of children playing.
I have looked for you in his warmth
in his heartbeats.
In the day, night, dawn and dusk
and in the coiled vine of desire
I have looked for you.
When insomnia becomes an infection to the eyes
I colour your apples
Name your dolls
Sing you lullabies.
When the night becomes a blue-black bruise
I look for you.
When the orange Sun looks like
an excess bleeding in the sky
I look for you.
When he holds my face in his palm
I look for you.
I lie
I nurture secrets
I long for the sticky knowingness of his skin
I die to see myself in his eyes;
All for you
Only for you.
Waiting for you to be.
Wishing for us to be.
12 comments:
So cute and filled with deep emotions....lucky children i guess!!!
I understand this yearning, this waiting, this wondering what they will be like. A very strong and honest poem. Blessings to you.
Disclaimer : It's just my fancy, my imagination, my longing :-) ... not the reality.
Very powerful poem...could be the longings of one who can't conceive, or one who has lost pregnancies. I found it to be quite poignant.
you made me cry...smiles...i have friends that have tried forever to have kids...one was rewarded not too long ago...but deep feeling in this one...particularly...
I colour your apples
Name your dolls
Sing you lullabies.
When the night becomes a blue-black bruise
I look for you
Wonderful, so sincere and one can feel the yearning in your words.
Oh how deeply moving...this has touched my heart so profoundly.
I have been here too...
There are some secrets, some mysteries that only a mother can hold just like fathers hold the fortress
Wonderful to read Moon, a delightful piece full of your magical imagery, very emotive never tire of reading this one. Well done dear lady :)
I love the color you work into the poem - very hauntingly sad and yet strangely beautiful - i also love how it moves in and out of reality.
You have so perfectly captured the longing of a woman for a child. Very beautiful, my friend. So poignant.
This is truly beautiful. I understand, having lost children and then unable to have children.
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